This isn't a man I knew. I never heard his voice or heard his laugh. I didn't know what he liked to eat or which hand he used to write. But this year his life changed mine.
Christmas is two days away. I love Christmas and I hate it. I spend the majority of the time trying to rush and get things done. I'm worried I don't have enough. Or that what I bought wouldn't meet the right standards. I fear rejection over the presents that I buy.
I know Christmas isn't about presents, but I love gifts just the same as others. I celebrate the reason for the season with my children. We know Christmas is celebrated because of God's selfless gift of Jesus Christ. No more gift could be so precious. And like so many others I get lost in a "gift."
The man in the picture is Chuck. He is my dear friends brother. Tragically, he was killed in a motor vehicle accident a few years ago. A life treasured and lost. Our paths never crossed, but I will never forget him.
Each year his family gives in his honor. This year they gave to mine. I was and am still overwhelmed with emotion. When I read the note they sent to me with their gifts, I sat in my car weeping. It wasn't required. They didn't have to give to us, they wanted to. I have never felt such true kindness.
Starting this year, we are making a tradition of paying it forward. We will continue to give to others in Chuck's honor. His life changed ours.
Love one another. Give with no expectations. Be kind. Love Jesus. Be selfless.
Merry Christmas
